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Reading by the window light the pale little fairy sprite dreamt of worlds where fairy girls Could have their way at will A magic land with skies of pink, and moonlit nights as black as ink, where but to dream was but to be, and dreams was vast and deep A good aid is like a window, it should not call attention to itself, it should just let in the light.

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